O sky with the rainbow crest;
O earth, have done with desire,
Drink, and drink deep, and rest.
(Enter August, carrying a sheaf made up of different kinds of grain.)
July.
Hail, brother August, flushed and warm,
And scathless from my storm.
Your hands are full of corn, I see,
As full as hands can be:
And earth and air both smell as sweet as balm